An orange sun hangs from blue branches
shimmers
across the dark avenue
snow
puffs bleak pavement
sniffing
rust
lovers
come at me from great distances
quick
hammers on velvet throats
chatter
like three days of rain
the
grey smudge you left
on my
mouth
a
whisper
on your
way
to
someone
I
don’t
want
to
hear
about
reach
your tongue into my astonishment
tug the
string to see
if I’m
still here as
I turn
on the whiskey
pour
some radio
crack a
poem
or an
egg
everything
about
you
burns
in
my
t
o
a
s
t
e
r
You can listen to me read this poem at the following link
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